"But see, amid the mimic A shape intrude! A blood-red thing that from out The solitude! It writhes! - It writhes! - mortal pangs The become its food, And sob at vermin fangs In human imbued.
Out - out are the - out all! And, each quivering form, The curtain, a pall, down with the rush of a storm, While the all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, That the play is the "Man," And its the Conqueror Worm." *
Time and space run my astral veins. Stars my orders. Planets circulate me in neverending rings. I am the of the universe. I am COSMOS!!!
You you don't have to worship me. But your vanity be of any use to you. I'm flowing right through most secret thoughts. I know deepest fears and weaknesses. I am the owner of your and ruler of your fate.
I am the you've always denied. I am the and the Omega. I was before time was created. And I'll still exist when vanished in the vortex of eternity.
Eternity!!!
You stupid fuck believe you're in control and everything is your will. But subject to a fatal fallacy. You're the way I want you to. my character in a play of hopes and fears. You're my Worm! You believe I'm not there, laughing at my existence, denying me. You're me!!!
Eternally!!!
Once a time I wasn't unlike you. But I have arisen and made a God. The highest sovereign over your life, liege over fate. I transformed into a being to use you as an instrument to wipe out the human RACE!!!
* Edgar Allan "The Conqueror Worm"